1: Screwed sums up Friday night. MFD pulled my car into the driveway after I discovered a screw in my tire and it was flat before we left. It could have started the weekend off on a bad note but we chose to say fuck it, we'll deal with it Monday. So that's a problem to address tonight.
2: Late arrival at the shore didn't stop Gus from getting up at zero dark thirty Saturday insisting on a walk so he could then sleep like the dead for the rest of the morning.
3: Electric skillet + toaster breakfast
4: Turnover included kitchen cabinet repair and doorknob replacement for MFD and aside from my usual hand soap/towels/stock coffee filters etc replenishment gig, mermaid repair for me
5: A long bike ride back by the bay...longer than I thought, my arms and face should have had sunscreen reapplied
6: Heavy re-hydration
7-9: MFD had showings about an hour away so I hit the beach solo from 3 to 6:30. Hot, pretty, windy. New book: Brutal Youth.
10-11: We headed up to Corson's Inlet around 7:30 so MFD could fish. We were getting eaten alive in our first spot
12: So we moved to the other side, which required traipsing through water around trees twice (we came from the area past where MFD is standing, see video here)
13: Better viewpoint for the sunset, though
14: A quiet and incredible Magic Hour
15: Since we were there so late and had to walk the dogs when we got home, an ice cream donut sandwich was dinner. Hashtag no regrets.
16-18: Sunday sunrise. Have I ever mentioned that summer sunrises are not my favorite? Fall are probably my tops, then spring, then winter, then summer.
19: I am considering strapping a go pro to Mae because she is insane. She gets up and out for a walk by 6 am and has lost her mind by 6:01
20 - 21: Early morning porch time is the best time
22: When I said what should we do today and MFD said let's take a ride I should have taken Highway to Hell on the radio as an omen
23: An hour later greenhead flies landed on our car immediately as we pulled up in Fortescue, a little fishing village on the Delaware Bay in Cumberland County
24: Aside from the hellbeast greenhead flies, there were eleventy billion horseshoe crabs rolling in the surf and horsehoe flies on the beach
25: I sat in the car after getting ripped to shreds by flies while MFD valiantly tried to fish for 15 minutes before beating a hasty retreat into the car
26: Stopped at a roadside stand on the way back (those are hothouse tomatoes, real jersey tomatoes are not in yet) and after a nice reminiscing over the Green Grocer who used to appear on the local news, the old lady told us she watches Fox now "to get all sides of the story." Check please.
27: MFD worked for a few hours so I snoozed with the dogs
28-30: MFD still wanted to fish since the morning attempt was flied out, so we headed down to the North End with hoagies from Sack o' Subs in tow for a beach dinner. I finished a book and started another.
31 - 33: I got my ass up on that concrete bridge thing even though I'm not as spry as I used to be to check out the views, graffiti (not much) and the view of our spot in the sun
34: I love when I'm sitting on the beach and it looks like the sun is shining right for me
35: Dune flowers
36: We got home around 7:30 early enough to give unfortunately Mae a bath. She has to sit for 10 minutes with her special shampoo on. Cue the rage.
Since MFD was with me and we only had one car, we left Sunday night at 9:30. Psych! We only got four blocks before we had to pull over so MFD could clean Gus's puke up from the backseat.
Oooh! I did make scrambled eggs Sunday morning for this week's breakfasts, which I will have with steamed broccoli. Lunch is PBJ on Dave's Killer Bread. Snacks are peaches, cucumbers, and bell peppers. Dinners are hotdogs and grilled chicken with macaroni salad. Or tomato sandwiches. Summer, you know?
I should have started at 1 in every group of pics. Next time.
Busy week ahead. We got this, you guys.
